Blood is Thicker Than Water
by GJ



Dear readers: This is a story of fiction and any names, situations, locales
and descriptions are purely made up. Any coincidence to real life is just
that.

Blood is Thicker Than Water

My name is Anthony Vaughn. I have a little problem( Come now dear readers, do
you think I would waste your valuable time with just some minuscule problem?
You want a big problem right?). I guess I should describe myself a bit to you.
I am 6', 225lbs of pretty decent muscle. I workout and eat right. I was dating
this really lovely woman named Willow Summersby. She was very rich and had a
really cute body( like you care about her mind, right guys?). After going out
for several months, I found her to be too possessive...like we are going to
eat here or I expect you to be at my apartment at 8pm, sharp. That sort of
thing. About that time I met Britt Cole.

Now Britt was amazing. She was funny, intelligent and she was a walking wet
dream. In fact she was a bodybuilder and martial artist. We met one night as I
was having a drink with Willow. One very drunken a-hole was getting abusive
with his wife, and he began to slap her around. I stood up to intercede, when
suddenly this incredible woman moved in to help. Is incredible the right word?
Well, she looked very much like a famous bodybuilder named Marnie. I kept
staring at her huge, sexy muscles and I got hard as a rock. She had on a black
strapless dress that exposed( no showed off is a better term) her huge
muscular frame. Anyway, Britt Mason( that was her name), grabbed the abusive's
husband hand just as he was going to punch his helpless wife. "Try me on for
size", she challenged. The idiot turned and actually threw one punch at her.
It sailed to her left as she saw the punch coming. Then, dear readers, she did
something that made me cum so deeply, that it actually dripped out of the
bottom of my right Gucci pant leg. She pulled back an impossibly huge fist(
attached to at least a 17" bicep). She hit her opponent just once in the face.
We all heard the punch connect. The results were awesome. First, Britt was
covered in blood as the hapless husband spewed out the contents of his ruined
face. He actually began to spit out every single tooth in his mouth, like a
mini- volcano. I counted 31 teeth on the floor. He must have had one extracted
at some time in the past. In about two minutes, he stopped spewing teeth and
ruined mouth remnants. He simply keeled over and was out cold. An ambulance
took him away and he needed extensive plastic surgeries (twelve operations),
to give him some sort of a face back.

I was in shock. This resulted from the devastating affects of Britt's one
punch. I was horny. I had never seen a woman destroy a man so easily. I also
realized I had to meet her at all costs. Being very cool, I walked over to the
beaten wife and said, "Is there anything I can do to help you Ms.? I was
coming over to intercede when this lovely woman beat me to it"( turning and
smiling at Britt, hoping my pun was not lost on her). The grateful wife said
she would be just fine now that her miserable husband was out of the picture.
It was then that I introduced myself to the female protector with, "Looks like
you need to freshen up, you have parts of his face all over your strapless
dress", I joked.

Ok so what about this problem I told you about? That's what you are musing
about, I presume dear readers. Lets skip ahead a few months. I broke up with
Willow once I got an eyeful of Britt. Needless to say, it was not an amicable
parting of the ways. Willow threatened that one day she would get revenge on
me for leaving her. Her exact words were, "You will rue the day you ever
walked out that door!"Well.....being a man I walked straight into the arms of
Britt.

Britt and I began to spend all our free time together. We worked out in the
same gym. Of course she could bench 100lbs more than I could. I didn't care.
Would you dear reader? I even went to her boxing matches. I once saw her knock
out three men at the same time with one punch. They taunted her in the ring
standing next to each other. Britt winked at me and knowing we had dinner
reservations at a fancy club, she threw a tremendous right cross that hit the
first guy, traveled to the jaw of the second and finished up with the last
guy. They collapsed in unison. They each had a busted jaw. It took 2
ambulances to get them to the nearest hospital. They each required emergency
surgery ending up with there jaws being wired shut.

Now about that problem? (Building anticipation dear reader, so keep your
pecker in you pants for now). As it turned out Britt had a younger sister
named Morgan. She was eleven years old and Britt loved her dearly. One day as
I was working, I got an emergency call from Britt to come home FAST. Then she
hung up on me. I made it home in under thirty-five minutes.

Walking into the apartment we now shared, I was startled to see Willow,
pointing a gun at Britt. "Welcome home. Darlinggggggggggg!", ....Willow at her
sarcastic best. Britt and I were getting acquainted. You remember when I said
that you would rue the day that you left me, for this muscle bound bitch? Well
today is that day! I have been watching you both carefully and have spent lots
of money to find out all about Ms. Muscles, here. I know that your lover girl
has a young sister named Morgan, I do believe. Well I have her safely locked
away. She will be returned unharmed when Britt does one small favor for me. (
Have you figured out what that will be yet? I bet you have.) I so admired the
way Britt handles herself that I want her to use her considerable fighting
skills to beat you to a bloody stain on this lovely Persian rug. I will even
take home souvenirs of the occasion so that I may treasure this moment
forever."

Looking at Willow, I could see that she had gone over the deep end. "Come on
Willow, there are other fish in the sea. It didn't work out for us. Return
Morgan and the police won't be called . We will forget this ever happened.
OK?, I tried diplomacy. It didn't work. Then I looked into the conflicted face
of my lovely Amazon. No, never happen...I thought to myself. I am so important
to her... she would never ever.......It was then that Britt joined the
conversation. " My dearest Anthony, I love you with all my heart. I have been
sitting her now for over an hour wondering what I should do? I would never
hurt you for anything in the world but......" She was interrupted by Willow
with...."oh how touching I am going to cry. God this is so pitiful. Enough
talk lets get some action going." Then she took out several zip lock bags and
placed them on the coffee table. Looking at Britt, she smiled and said.....Its
up to you. Tony or Morgan...Morgan or Tony? Which one will it be?

I was in a state of shock. I was tracking the words carefully and I heard my
Britt say..."not hurt you for the world and then BUT? Shit.... BUT, what the
fuck does that mean? I got this really queasy feeling in my stomach but also I
could feel my dick start to twitch as well.....especially when Britt came and
stood in front of me and put on these really skimpy, black, shiny knockout
gloves. Oh no, I was in for it now.

I sort of heard Willow say, Let's start off with his nose. I want it, so get
it for me darling. I began to whimper as Britt leaned in and kissed me for the
very last time. I could hear her saying in a hushed voice," Please forgive for
what I am about do...I really have no choice." Then she pulled back her fist.
I could see her substantial growth of underarm hair. She was under a lot of
stress, so it dripped sweat.( Oh I forgot to tell you that Britt never shaved
there, how forgetful of me.) Bammmmmmmmmmmmm, her iron fist splattered my nose
to the right side of my face. I almost missed Willow saying, "Excellent, now
be a darling and break it on the other side." Another punch connected......
Crackkkkkkkkk.. Now my nose was hanging by a mucousy thread. I was so out of
it I faintly remember Britt covered in blood and nose juice. Willow to
Britt......Now put what's left of his once cute nose into this zip lock bag
for me and we can continue."

I hardly felt Britt tug on that one strand that connected my sense organ to my
face. I was in that much pain. One quick tug and it was sitting on the table
next to Willow, oozing blood filling up the plastic bag. Next instruction....
Willow to Britt....."Knock out his teeth with one punch. I saw you do that in
the club, Oh yes the night you two met as I recall. Do it now Bitch." Britt
lifted up my face and gazed into that gaping hole where my nose had been. A
tear trickled down her cheek but she had to save little sister. She also felt
something else.... a stirring in her loins like when she would beat someone to
a pulp....then her orgasm would volcano forth.

Holding my the back of my neck with her right hand, Britt pulled backed her
left fist. It was so big ...well it was bigger than my face.
Bammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, as she connected with the punch Britt felt the
front teeth shear off and as she rotated her fist with that one punch, it also
took out the remaining ones on the right and left side of my mouth. As she
pulled out her bloody glove, there was another hole this time much bigger. She
had changed me from a handsome man into one looking like Gabby Hayes( an old
time western actor who had no teeth...google him if you like dear readers.)

I was out cold, as a river cascaded down my face and on my clothes.
Instruction from Tiffany to Britt......." Hold his mouth closed and then place
it into this big plastic bag, and don't you drop one shattered tooth or else."
Britt did as she was told and soon my ex had another bag of goodies .......a
complete set of my teeth still fresh with blood. Looking down at me Britt lost
all feeling for what she was doing. She could feel herself getting wet. As she
turned to Willow, she could see that the gun toting woman was in the throws of
vaginal bliss. Instruction from Willow to Britt......."Wake him up...he has to
feel every bit of pain..like the pain he inflicted on me when he broke my
heart. Be creative, too."

It was then that Britt stood over me and turned around and rubbed my broken
face in her now funky, sweaty yet perfectly formed ass checks. Soon, the aroma
was too much, as it filtered through the hole in my face and entered my brain.
I began to come around. I could smell her ass juice and the musky scent it
carried. Instruction from Willow to Britt......"Great idea, now give him
something from you, that he can appreciate." It was then that Britt farted in
my face. Its power woke me up fully and propelled me back against the chair.

Sitting there with my head now hanging down I heard Tiffany say, "We are
almost done here. You are doing very well indeed Britt. Soon this will all be
over......Instruction from Willow to Britt........ Now I want his jaw, so
break it off for me." With that Britt adjusted her blood soaked gloves and
lifted up my head. She began smashing right hooks into the right side of my
jaw. After five hits, she stopped and could see it listing to the left. She
also began to cum with a richly scented creme that Willow picked up on. This
in turn triggered Willow's orgasm. "Don't stop now, finish him off......please
do it."

Willow lifted my ruined jaw up and began to work on the opposite side.
BAMMMMM........5 times and now my jaw was unhinged from both sides. It flopped
around like a string puppet. Becoming inspired, Tiffany said, It looks like so
much fun, I want to finish him off. Step away from him and stand against the
wall...hands up." Then walking to me, Willow raised my face up and slapped me
awake. "So you like woman who can beat you to jelly , huhhhh...well take
this." She drew back her fist that was attached to a pretty large bicep( she
had worked out for months to get into great shape) and then
Crackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. My jaw went flying across the room, landing at
Britt's feet. As I slipped into blessed unconsciousness I shot my load into
the air. I was not the only one who came for both of the ladies orgasmed many
times . Especially when Willow gave the last instruction to Britt to bring my
busted jaw to her and drop it in the waiting plastic bag. The blood soaked
gloves went into the last bag.

Now, months later, Britt visits me when she can. I have had twenty
reconstructive operations but I am never going to be put back together. Once
or twice, her kid sister Morgan ( who was indeed freed by Willow as promised),
even came to my hospital bed. I guess it really is true what they say, "Blood
is thicker than water."